The other day my mom mentioned something that I let slip in my weblog. Apparently mom didn't know that I skipped high school from time to time. I seem to remember making a rule to skip at least one day a semester. The key in successful skipping is to pretend to go to school and then wait for everyone to leave the house. Then you can go back and do whatever you want. I seem to remember watching movies and ordering pizza. I always enjoyed skipping. I was never caught and it gave me a sense of freedom which I so desired. Occasionally Mr.Turkentine and I would come home for lunch(which we weren't suppose to do) and I would make Spaghetti O's. In order to at least get out at lunch you have to have the illustrious "hall pass". This one time Turkentine and I were driving home and a teacher pulled up in a car next to us at a red light. He rolled down his window and started screaming "Do you have a pass!?" Naturally we just drove away and acted like we didn't see him. That was pretty close. Mr. Turkentine did get caught one day, but I was like Ferris Bueller and never got caught. I have to bring up that most of my teachers always counted me as there even though I wasn't. I think I was that invisible. Then this one time, all of my teacher's counted me as there, except for Peetey of course who would take roll in Men's Choir. I think mom asked me about the absence on my report card and I said it must've been a glitch in their computers, and she believed me. Since I am coming clean I figure I'll also mention that report cards were easily manipulatable. They were printed on dot-matrix printers. Anyway, one six week's report card I ended up getting a 69 in geometry. It was very easy to take a pencil and fill in an 8 where the 6 was thus giving me a fake 89. I can't believe I was so deceptive. Ah, youth.

Thought of the Day
"Beuller,,, Beuller,,, Beuller,,,,"
"My best friend's cousin's friend told me he saw Ferris get sick at 31 flavor's last night. It must be pretty serious."
-- Ferris Beuller's Day Off